(My wife gave it a three, I rate it a ten myself, maybe someone won’t begrudge at least a four? :)

Half — is not fullness.
However tightly the squeeze bears down,
The cross is not even close in sight
And a little strength still remains.

The mission is not finished.
While the heart beats and the chest breathes,
The pilgrim’s fate is sealed —
People put their hope in him.

And here is the gallows —
An end to the last suffering.
Already taken, as it turned out,
The crown of thorns was not laid on me.